The driver knew the strength of the boy in front of him very well, just as everyone in his family knew that Sith prefers ghosts than humans.

The blizzard outside the car blurred his vision, and the north wind blowing from the coldest part of the world made the coniferous forests rustle.

A trumpet was blowing around, and the shadows of several people could be vaguely seen in the wind and snow.

In the snow, their appearance was so abrupt, silent, like a legendary ghost.

But the Sith knew that they were not, and compared to the ghost, they were the real hunters.

Wrapped in an old gray robe, holding a spear, and riding on a tall horse. Their figures were so majestic in the wind and snow, and they looked like the god of war who had brought judgment to the gods.

"Srepneil?"

Sith's face became serious, and his slender eyebrows were tightly wrapped around his forehead. He was not unfamiliar with these guys.

The elite Russian adult sect with special mobile spirit equipment and eight-legged metal Masrepnier as a mount.

Compared to the unattainable annihilation of Baishu, they are the real dark side of this country.

Ghosts, goblins, or pathetic traitors, or poor people who are about to fall victim to politics, everything is the object of their hunt.

They are a group of real monsters. On this permanently frozen land, no one is their opponent except those real masters.

The driver clenched his teeth. Compared to Sith, he was the old opponent of these guys.

More than ten years ago, the magical association that was once popular in Russia, the astrological brigade was removed by them. If it weren't for the water in the rear, William Orwell's sudden appearance, the brigade would have become history.

Sith raised his head slightly, his eyes staggered in the wind and snow.

"What are these guys doing here? Could it be that there are really ghosts on this path, or, on this ice field, some people are a little interested in me? It's such an annoying infighting scene."

Sith's voice was a little low. As a raw stone wandering in the Academy City, it is always an out of reach to grow up safely. Whether it is the United States, Russia, or Academy City, there are always many people who are interested in him.

The afterglow of the Cold War, the Soviets? Or the United States?

They are like two willful children, with a high desire to fight against each other, and no matter which one has invested a huge budget in superpowers.

And the raw stone is their best experimental product.

With the collapse and disintegration of the Soviets, Sith thought that the first person to come to the door would be the CIA.

George Kington, the madman who once led the Stargate Project, even if the plan had been stranded by the government and was considered to have eaten up a large amount of budgets, he still relied on his influence in the US government to collect information on a number of raw stones and lists, and always wanted to start his superpower research again.

It should have been his people who arrived first, so why were they a Russian adult church?

No, it may not be necessary. It may be that I have hit a ghost around me. For example, Elizabeth, who is a real old ghost.

Elizabeth was fair and even said that her transparent hand was pinching the soft flesh around his waist again.

I have to say that this really hurts, of course, maybe it is an unexpected weakness.

"Look at me well, don't think about these non-existent things all day long. No one can find my existence in the cathedral. How could they find me?"

The Sith nodded. What Elizabeth said made sense, but it was not ruled out that it was the bishop of the district.

The place where he lives is vast and sparsely populated, and birds do not poop. Apart from a little inferior coal, there is not even a little mineral. This is a rare thing in Siberia.

To a certain extent, the current local economic pillar is the greenhouse potato cultivation where his father is responsible for his own profits and losses.

Although the Sith has always regarded it as a welfare project to stimulate local people's livelihood and reemployment, it is not ruled out that some people will become famous by trying it out.

After all, these days, magic, superpowers, and angels have all come out, and it seems that it is not impossible to make a fortune by selling a potato.

In short, being placed in such a place as a regional bishop is more like an expeditionary exile than an ordinary position transfer.

Squinted his eyes, Sith turned to look up at the driver.

As a remnant party left in Russia by the astrology brigade, although he has been sheltered by Dad Sith, as an eyewitness who has personally experienced the dark side of this country, it seems that it is not completely impossible to face the purge again. On the contrary, the possibility of this incident becoming a reality is very high.

"No...not me."

The driver waved his hand to Sith, his forehead was filled with sweat. The eldest young master at home was good at everything, but he just liked ghosts and random thoughts.

Like ghosts?

You are the only seedling in the family, young master, if the family has become so powerful since your generation, you will be fully responsible.

If the Le family is gone, then he...what will he eat in the future?

Although it is possible that he will be ahead of Lexin, he did not regard the Le family as a short-term meal ticket that only eats for one generation.

As a driver, no, he will be the butler when that British man dies in the future.

As a steward and as a retainer, this position should be passed down from generation to generation, just like a knight and a servant in the Middle Ages, he was a man who volunteered to be a servant of the Le family for the rest of his life.

Although since the time of the deceased master, the master has been talking about returning to China all day long, more than ten years have passed, and even the young master has grown up, and the master has not made any moves of wanting to move.

This kind of groundless false news is really sneering.

But if he really wants to say that the ghost from Hungary is definitely not a good match for the young master. As the black crown on Siberia, the young master still has to marry a Russian girl.

The towering greenhouses, beautiful potato flowers, and such holy things should be opened throughout Siberia by the next generation.

Squeak!

The snow-sized slag, the size of a small pebble, swept the glass window of the off-road vehicle, pulling the driver's thoughts back from the sky and waving his hands.

"It's not me. Since Lord William Orwell became the right seat of God, the Russian Adult Church has been pursuing us. We swear to forget the past. The Russian Adult Church promised to let us go. Besides, the brigade headquarters is now in the UK, and there is no reason for the Russian Adult Church to continue to target me."

The Sith nodded. This is the fact that the astrological craft brigade is a group of small people. It is not much bigger than an ant in front of the three largest cross sects in the world. It is the kind of existence that can be killed but not killed.
Chapter completed!